Luyện nghe bài hát Three Neuron Kings

A battle, and inconvenient,
A battle so acute in pride.
A or rather plague, a fever,
me to the fireside.

At a crackling spark flight to the skies,
The king, he claims the throne.
But halts in as equal legions
Melt the leader's tone.

An king arose
From blood soaked battlefields
With orders calm at urgent
And reasoning as shields.

And words it were
As he of abandonment
Thus I as the Tempest,
As his came upon my hand.

Then swords risen by the brave
As for me I a twig towards the skies.

And no one would
One's eyes as the fiend's.
All men in and zeal.
As ire to burdening air.

two in brawl for the throne
A third with on stainless cheeks
In watching in conceal
of the bleak.

At startled,
Dismay had dropped my
I down the fireside
And the last sparks of the
Lit the my paths golden wings
me and my Three Neuron Kings.